Poem #2// Sticking

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Makeup was her mask.
And music was her medicine.

Food was her poison.
And starving was the antidote.

Being bullied is what started it.
And a small blade was what ended it.

So think before you speak.
And think before you do.

For words have a way
Of sticking to us like super glue.
~a.k.

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